Light After Loss

I drove to Albany, New York recently to present a workshop to a group of individuals interested in exploring different perspectives to utilize on their life paths. The workshop was titled Signs From Nature and Animals. I discovered the beauty of Native American teachings about nature and animals a little over five years ago. I appreciate the teachings for their role in providing clarity for my life path, one that has had many moments of surrealness, pain and uncertainty during the past thirteen years. During my drive, I also had the opportunity to reflect on the last thirteen years and concluded that in spite of my challenges, I was grateful for the life I have been given to live

Experiencing any kind of gratefulness was incomprehensible for me in 2003. On March 1st of that year, my eighteen-year-old daughter Jeannine died of a very rare and aggressive form of cancer, ten months after diagnosis. She died at home, with Hospice services. At that time, I was working as an addictions counselor and clinical supervisor for the State of New York and had recently completed the requirements for my Masters in Social Work degree. All of my training and experience couldn’t help me make sense of a world, which was shattered beyond recognition. Providence blinked, and unceremoniously abandoned me. At forty-seven years of age, I had to navigate a world, which became uncertain and terrifying to me. I never had a plan to complete suicide but as far as I was concerned, eternity could have begun for me the day after Jeannine died. Though she was not my only child, the thought of living in a world without the physical presence of my daughter was overwhelming. I was wracked with guilt and anger because of my perception that I did not do enough to prevent her death. After all, I was her father, and it was my job to protect her. Such is the insanity of grief, believing that I could protect her from a disease that was beyond my control. Though I was able to work through the guilt and the anger, I was grateful for its presence in my life. Those emotions helped me to continue to remember Jeannine and reminded me that I would never stop being her father.

For those who have navigated through grief after an unfathomable loss or other life altering transition, there comes a point where a decision is made to learn to live again, embrace a different perspective and discover meaning through service to others. For me that turning point came about two-and-one-half years into my grief. I was speaking with Sister Rose Troy who was the facilitator of a bereaved parents support group that I had began attending, six months after Jeannine’s death. I told her that I was angry with God because he took my daughter away from me. At that moment, my eyes began to fill with tears. In some way, it was a relief to unload a burden that I had been carrying, with another person whom I had grown to trust. Sister Rose simply said to me: “What if God is just as sad as you are?”

After our conversation I thought about her words, and concluded that maybe she was on to something. I had received many signs of Jeannine’s continued presence after she died. Perhaps God expressed his sadness, by giving me the opportunity to still have a relationship with my daughter. It was at that moment, that I decided that I was going to live again in a world that I knew would be forever changed and to help others as a result of the challenges that I experienced as a result of Jeannine’s death.

Some of the teachings that I have discovered since my daughter’s death that have helped me on most days embrace a peaceful perspective are the following:

There is no getting over loss. We can however learn to live with meaning in a world that is different after loss.

Transformation after loss begins with simple intent and the courage to move forward, even when our fear is greater than our faith.

We do not have to wait for signs of our loved ones’ presence to experience moments of peace. We can create our own peace by inviting them into our world anytime we choose.

Everything that occurs after loss is in service to our continued evolution. Learn to honor the yin and yang of the journey, the good with the bad. Embracing all emotions after loss allows us to learn from everything, and in the process discover our authentic selves.

“We are all broken….that is how the light gets in”- Ernest Hemingway

Dave Roberts is a retired addiction professional and an adjunct professor of psychology at Utica College. He is a writer/blogger and speaker on topics related to grief and addiction and is involved in bereavement support in his community. He and his wife Cheri have two terrific sons. You can find out more about Dave and his work at Bootsy and Angel Books

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6 Comments

So beautifully written Dave. I remember when I first met you. Your eagerness to be of service to others, so early on in your journey, was truly a testament to the necessity of discovering a lifeline to Jeanine in order to maintain your connection to her and never letting go! You have helped so many. You have made Jeanine so proud of you. It is because of her that I know you. You have enriched mine and so many others lives. Thank you for everything that you do in honor of Jeanine. Sending you love and peace my dear friend. (And a big hug)

Dave,
Thank you for sharing your story and your positive wisdom and courage to help others move forward and through their grief. I just lost
my oldest son Chris at the age of 33 due to a very aggressive cancer, just 5 months ago. I am still very much in the depths grief and
despair but trying so very hard to find anything to help pull myself out of this tunnel of pain, longing, sadness and depression. I found
this site and I am thankful for the solace and validation. I am just struggling to go on and find meaning in my life, but I want to
honor my son’s amazing life and what a wonderful man he was. Thanks for your story and for reading my email.

Hi Lainey:
Please accept my condolences for the death of your son Chris. I was also very much in the depths of grief and repair five months after my daughter Jeannine’s death as well. In time you will find ways to honor your son and in the process, discover joy and meaning in a world that will be permanently different. Thank you for your kind comments about my article. I wish you peace.

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